This is a shorter, more serious chapter that sort of gives Harry some character.
Chapter:4- A Home
"So you're dating Malfoy." Ron said to Harry, conversely.
"Yup." Harry said, a bit awkwardly. He was a bit unsure of what to say in this situation.
"Your dating Malfoy." he said again before continuing, "The cocky bastard that thinks he owns the world. The EVIL one."
"Yup." Harry sighed, nodding his head.
"The one that calls Hermione mudblood and insults my, " nonexistent, "money." Ron didn't seem upset, just appeared to be stating the facts.
"Yup, that's the one." Harry hung his head a bit.
"The ferret boy. The prat. The prick. The one with a stick up his ass." he paused, then laughed, "I'm right!" he yelled suddenly and burst into peels of laughter. Harry looked at him, utterly confused.
"Er, Ron?" he laughed harder, "Ron care to explain?"
"I was right all along! He DID have a stick up his ass all this time! YOUR stick was up his ass!"
He continued laughing. Harry looked at him oddly. Ron sobered up quickly and tears escaped through his eyes.
"I-I just can't believe this." he said, frowning. "I just can't fuckin' believe this."
Harry sighed, throwing his arms around his best friend for support. "Sorry Ron, but I-I love him, really I do."
Ron sighed, cradling his head in his hands. "I can't believe all this stuff is happening." he said, "I just can't believe it. It's just one thing after another, really."
The red head sighed and threw himself back onto his bed. They were in the boy's dormitories; it was dinnertime so they were the only ones there.
"I wish there was something I could do to help, Ron." Harry said sincerely, flopping back on the bed next to his buddy, "I really wish there was."
"You could dump Malfoy." Harry glared at him. "Okay! Okay!" he laughed, the tension disappearing, "Forget I asked!"
Harry smiled and smacked him on the back of his head.
'Where is he?!' Draco thought, scanning the tables for the millionth time, 'Where is he!?' he fidgeted in his chair and picked at his food so it seemed as if he was eating, 'Harry, you better get your lazy arse in here!'
He would never admit that he was worried. A Malfoy never worries.
'A Malfoy also never gets pregnant with the baby of the boy-who-lived.' a voice in his head said mockingly, Draco ignored it and returned to his scanning of the tables. He noticed that the Weasel wasn't there either.
'The better not be doing anything!' he thought to himself, glaring hard at the seat where Ron sat, as if he could magically kill Ron while doing so.
The doors opened with a bang and in walked...
Neville Longbottom. Draco glared at him and discreetly charmed his shoelaces together. He fell with a bang and a giant round of laughter went throughout the Great Hall.
'That'll teach him. Stupid little clumsy, cauldron blowing up, fool!' he smirked at the boy who was laying dazed on the floor, looking around at the students mirthful faces blankly.
Bored already he returned his gaze to the door. 'Stupid Potter.' he thought, stabbing his steak fiercely, 'who does he think he is?'
He continued to stab his steak viciously. Pansy looked at him worriedly.
"Drakkie darling, is there something the matter?" Pansy asked in a sickenly sweet way, "You can come to me if you ever need anything." she winked at him flirtatiously.
"No, nothing is the matter." he said, gritting his teeth together fiercely. Goyle reached past him, his armpits reeking, to grab the mashed patatos.
'Ew.' he was unsure if he was thinking about Goyle's armpits or Pansy's face but it didn't matter.
"Okay." she said. She leaned close to him, her hands trailing down his chest to stop above his waistband. She whispered into his eat seductively, "But remember, my doors are always open for you, baby."
And that was how Harry saw him, entering the Great Hall. Draco glanced up just in time to see the unconcealed rage and jealousy on Harry's face.
'Serves him right! Worrying my sorry little delicate mind like that!' But none the less, he pushed Pansy away from him.
"Keep your hands to yourself would you woman?" he asked her, glaring. She smiled at him before turning around to try and seduce the unsuspecting Theodore Nott.
'Poor bugger.' Draco thought with a smirk. A note suddenly hit him in the head. He looked down at the note, immediately recognizing the sloppy handwriting as his green-eyed lovers. He looked over at the Gryffindor table; Harry was talking to Seamus but was stealing glances at him every chance he could. He didn't appear to be the slightest bit jealous or angry, and that worried him. Great, stupid Pansy.
He opened the note.
D.
Astronomy Tower, after dinner.
H.
He glanced up at Harry and nodded. The notes they sent each other were short and to the point, they didn't waster time explaining meaningless things. If they needed to explain something to one another they almost always did it in person.
Almost always.
He looked up again, making eye contact. He shivered, the emotions running around in those vivid green eyes. He broke eye contact, shoving the note into his school robes hastily.
It was going to be a looong night, but isn't the makeup sex wonderful?
He gulped it sure as hell better be.
He must have stood in front of the door to the astronomy tower for a good twenty minutes before actually going in,
Harry was seated on the windowsill; it was raining and thundering outside. The bright flashed illuminated his face. He looked eerily calm which scared the hell out of the blonde.
"Er...hi, Harry, um...it wasn't what it looked like I swear!" he shouted. Harry laughed suddenly.
"I know." he said, turning around to face him, "That wasn't what I called you up here for."
What? Now he was scared, terrified even. Harry was being VERY scary and I think he's going to kill me and...
"What do you think of these?" Harry asked, pulling out a trunk and opening it. Draco in it curiously and almost burst out into laughter at what he saw in it.
Baby clothes.
Assortments of them, tiny winter coats, little muscle shirts, pajamas with dinosaurs, shirts with built in bibs, shirts with flying snitches and tiny denim jeans.
"T-There wonderful. Where did you get these?" he asked, picking up a pair of light green shorts. He shrugged, smiling.
"I went to Hogsmeade today." Draco looked at him strangely.
"It's not Hogsmeade weekend." he said, still shifting through the clothes. Harry just smirked.
"I have my ways." Like the secret entrance under the Shrieking Shack. Harry thought.
Draco snorted.
"Look at this." Harry said, he pulled out of the shadows a giant polished, mahogany crib, It was lavish and expensive looking with the silk sheets.
Draco admired it for a moment before saying, "Where the hell are we going to put that thing?!" Harry looked lost for a moment, he obviously hadn't thought of that. Typical Gryffindor. A light bulb seemed to suddenly go on in his head and he said, "The room of Requirement!"
"The what, what, of what?" Draco asked, he shut the trunk to look at him.
"It's a room." Harry said. Draco rolled his eyes at Harry's stupidity.
"That much a gathered from the ROOM of Requirement." Harry blushed and said, "It's a room that appears only when you need it."
Draco nodded at him before saying. "So where is this room anyway?" Harry smiled at him and with a motion of his hand told him to follow. Draco nodded and headed after him, the clothes temporarily forgotten.
Harry lifted a rusty red colored tapestry; he looked left to right before motion Draco over. He looked at the wall in silence.
"Oh yeah, some room." he said sarcastically. Harry simply put his palm on the wall, his brows creased in thought.
There was a sudden faint twinkling sound and a room appeared before them.
"Come on." he said, grabbing Draco's arm. He entered and looked around. It was covered in the trademark Gryffindor colors. Two red couches stood in the middle of the room with a small coffee table between them. A cackling fireplace was standing on the far left; it was obviously fake but charmed to emit warmth anyway. A bathroom was over at the right along with a bedroom with a large plush bed.
"Wow" Draco said, gazing around at the cozy haven in wonder, "Wow." Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around Draco.
"Nice, isn't it?" he asked, resting his forehead on his shoulder.
"How are we going to get the stuff down here?" he asked suddenly, turning around to face him. Harry smiled and with a wave of his hand the grand crib and trunk of baby clothes was there.
Draco smiled and taking out his wand expertly placed the crib and chest in suitable positions.
"There." he said, smiling contentedly and leaning back into his lover. "This is our home now."
Harry smiled and patted Draco's rounded stomach gently. "Until we can find somewhere else, this is our home."
They would work out all the details later, such as how they would get there, the impossible task of keeping the baby secret, but for now, they were content to pretend.
Yeah, not as humorous and lemony as the other chapters but I needed to show the love and mushy stuff. And the fact that Harry is not just a possessive boyfriend in this ficcy.
R & R plz!